STOP Cutting Poems
Poems about Stopping Cutting
Many people face extremely difficult problems on a daily basis, which can be emotionally exhausting. Cutting to feel physical pain may quickly become preferable to feeling deep emotional anguish every day. If you have succumbed to cutting, you might find it quickly turns into a dangerous addiction. It takes courage to identify the source of your emotional pain and get help, but it is worth it. Recovery can take months or even years, but this is a battle you can win. Confiding in a trusted friend or your parents, even if it means writing down your feelings in a letter is one positive step towards recovery.
25 STOP Cutting Poems
Poem Showing Shame Of Addiction To Cutting
I see you sitting there, so shiny and sharp
I wonder what it's like to be able to stop
All this pain spills onto me like a river of decay
It's not you, it is I who has a price to pay
It has only been 6 months
But still the pain grows nearer
I didn't think again I'd have to face this fear
I now feel ashamed
So disgraced and to blame
Self-destruction has become my middle name
This once was an outlet
To escape the world
Now it has become my own addiction
Has built up inside of me
She is my only friend
I now feel ashamed
So disgraced and to blame
Self-destruction has become my middle name
This once was an outlet
To escape the world
Now it has become my own addiction
Has built up inside of me
She is my only friend
Everyone has problems,
Some may be worse and some not as bad.
But when it comes to hurting yourself,
All you feel is sad...
Trying just to get away,
Hiding myself from the world.
Trying to make it all better,
When I'm finally becoming up-whirled...
Looking for an escape,
Just thinking I should die.
Telling my parents what they want to hear,
Knowing that it's all a lie...
I go upstairs and go through my drawer,
Then finally pull it out.
Cutting and cutting,
Until I eventually feel worn-out...
I hide it each day, everyday I live,
Just hoping no one will find out.
I don't do it to die, I just do it to let go,
And hoping someday I'll finally breakout.
Breakout of my shell and finally reveal,
A secret that has forever been sealed...
Latest Shared Story
I once did cut myself with a scissors. The other time I stapled the space in the middle of my fingers. My parents found out and thank god they understood what I was going through.
The beads of blood,
the stains in my heart,
I cover the scars,
family is the only one I hurt.
They said 'We love you,
but we need you to stop',
I didn't understand why,
I could just crop.
I feel aggravated,
I need to get away quick!
I'll use anything,
I'm starting to feel sick.
my head is screaming,
I'm not sure why,
I'm on a cloud,
watching from the sky.
I awake in a new place,
I am surrounded,
the chair is tough,
but at least my feet are grounded.
They tell me to stay seated,
but where's the people I know?
the doctor's talking,
my arms will never again show.Latest Shared Story
I'm 13 and I had suicidal thoughts. I was picked on from the first day of kindergarten until 5th grade, because of my weight and stuff, and then my biological dad overdosed on drugs and left...
The Importance Of A Friend
I sit here, letting my mind wander.
I let it wander too far.
As she whispers my name, I scream, "No."
She continues to whisper to me.
That soothing voice in my head.
I refuse to give in.
She will only hurt me.
Her ways will slowly kill me.
I scream at her that I will not.
I know she will only make things worse.
She promises to help.
She quietly tells me she can make it better.
She comforts me with her words.
She says she can fix it all.
She very quietly whispers, "The blade."
I know it will soothe me.
I know it will help.
I know it will make me forget,
Forget the monsters inside my head,
Forget the pain.
She is now yelling for the blade.
She screams that it'll help.
She tells me it'll fix everything.
She promises that it'll make me okay.
She forces me to grab the blade.
I hold the blade.
I think about him.
His soft voice.
His saving arms.
I imagine the disappointment in his eyes.
He saves me.
He fixes things.
He makes me forget the monsters.
He is what I need.
Her screams mean nothing,
Nothing to his whispers.
Her promises mean nothing,
Nothing compared to his loving voice.
He is all I need.
One last glance at that blade
Enrages me by the thought,
The thought of his disappointed look,
The saddest look.
The blade scares me.
I throw it.
The voice screams.
I ignore it.
His smile shines.
I will not let this destroy me.
I am loved.
I am wanted.
I have a reason not to bleed.
I will not let this happen.
I picture his face.
I imagine his voice.
I feel his love.
I'm no longer sad.
I no longer want that blade.
I no longer need her voice.
I just need him.
The thought of him saves me.
Poem About People Not Understanding Why I Cut Myself
"Stop cutting yourself!" they scream.
"It's the first stage of suicide," they say,
But they just don't understand, do they?
They don't understand what it's like.
What it's like to feel SO ... MUCH ... PAIN.
What it's like to feel so much emptiness.
Everything I go through!
Everything I lock away inside
They think they do though.
They think they have me all figured out.
They ALL think they know how it feels,
But in reality
They have no idea.
Nor will they ever.
So why do I do it?
Why do I go through more pain?
It blocks everything out.
It makes the pain go away
Or at least numbs me.
I can't really feel the pain through all the tears.
But only for a little while.
Sooner or later the pain returns
All at once
With no warning,
And the whole cycle of ruin, emptiness, and pain
For me to endure
We all have a friend
Who's silver and shines
It pierces our skin
And draws the red lines
It leaves several scars
Over the years
But it lets out our screams
As well as our fears
It gives us relief
We need the sensation
But we keep it a secret
We hate the attention
Those perfect red lines
They become such a burden
But we do it anyway
Because we're tired of hurting
Some call us psycho
But we know they're all wrong
They all know what to be
We don't know where we belong
We hide the scars
Under jackets and sleeves
Our loved ones don't know
The cuts stay unseen
We try to act fine
So no one'll know
But sometimes we slip
And the cracks begin to showLatest Shared Story
My name is Bella but I have changed it to Shadow. I am 14 years old and have just started cutting during this Coronavirus pandemic. I have never had any friends, and the few I had before this...
7. StrengthPoem About How To Stop Cutting
She hurts and she cries
No one sees the depression in her eyes
The little girl smiles for everyone to see
While she asks herself "why is it so hard to be me?"
It never ends, she feels
I will never fully heal
She does things she has never understood
Cuts as a distraction from the internal pain
Finally realizing doing so, has no gain
She wants to save herself
Takes the blades off her shelf
Finds the courage deep inside
Screams I don't want to die
She is better now
When others ask her how
Life is beautiful, that's not a lie.
I'm going to do great things in the life I have ahead of me and you can too
Follow me and I'll show you
Watch the breeze; blow the leaves on the trees
Let it blow away negative thoughts and feelings, because it's time to be free
You can beat this, I know you can
Because that little girl that smiled through her pain, with tears in her eyes...
She did, she survived.
She promises herself
It'll be just one more time
And then no more
but she's made these promises
A thousand times before
She's hidden the blade
Away from everyone else
somewhere she hopes she'll forget herself
but the whole world knows that she's depressed
the whole world knows her life's a mess
What people don't understand is the reason why
And the reason why she needs to lie
Nobody understands why she can't be truthful
and be the person she longs to be
if somebody looked deep into her eyes
I wonder what they'd see
Would it be a fantasy life
Or would it be reality
Only she knows the answers
But she'll never tell
The reasons why her life's a living hellLatest Shared Story
wow ..this touched me because my life was just like this... this was my addiction too.. I couldn't stop...soo I let my friend hide the blade..and I had this pain and it wanted to be released...
9. Breaks MeBeating The Cutting Addiction
I walk through these halls, I take note of it all.
I notice the tans, the fads and even those designer bags.
I hear the names being called, I notice the lies.
I feel the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.
I sit in the corner, the last desk of the row.
like a black and white picture fading away.
the point, the stare, their laughter fills the air.
no sleeves to hide what I've done, only a painted veil.
I remember that night, the night they all laugh about.
if only they were there, if only they knew, what this game could do to you.
The screams were loud, my door was locked, the bruise was bold.
The steel was cold, my skin was warm, the room was dark, my tears were not shown.
I fell to my knees, I looked to the sky; I at least tried to cry.
the crimson river was like a rush, and then I saw the ocean that flowed.
I cut too deep, but I didn't care; anything to not be here.
I felt like air, I fell to the ground, and then I couldn't hear a sound.
I next woke up in a hospital bed, my mother was crying.
My father beside me. They told me they loved me, they kissed and hugged me.
They showed me they loved me, they actually care.
and they took me away from there, to Pennsylvania.
A few years later, I sit here, writing this poem, remembering that year.
I'm different now. I have many friends, I have a true love, I have my own life.
Sadness is gone, the anger has vanished, and now I no longer cut for satisfaction.
I beat the addiction; I feel so much stronger,
but I keep these scars as a reminder.
What breaks me, makes me.Latest Shared Story
I have so many friends that cut, and it hurts to know they do it, but one particularly stands as I can never unsee it. My BFF told me to raise her sleeve up yesterday when I asked, "What's...
The blood doesn't pour out anymore,
But the scares still show,
Will these wounds heal or be forever sore,
The memories shine a bright glow.
The pain still remains,
The tears still fall,
Rivers of the blood still stains,
My wall remains tall.
A razor blade craved into my wrist,
Every cut shows pain,
Every scar has a story with a twist,
To many problems to explain.
There is no where to hide,
No reason to even try,
Inside I have already died,
As I disappear, I break down and cry.Latest Shared Story
This an amazing poem. I'm sorry that this happened to you but I'm glad that you have your boyfriend to support you. Stay strong!
While you were away today,
Some unkind words were said.
My orders you surely did disobey
When you left me on your bed.
I had told you to stay here,
To hold me in your hand,
But it has become clear -
The pain you cannot withstand.
You have wandered into your room,
Empty and dull.
You are to use me, I presume;
I will draw you into a lull.
Your eyes find me and you snatch me up.
You lower me to your wrist and make the first cut.
There was a time you were innocent; this I did corrupt.
Now bloody memories we do construct.
Amusing is your addiction,
Your dire need to play.
Daily you fill your prescription,
And the price you do pay.
Scars marr your once even flesh,
Each a memory of a cruelty at best.
Some represent a touch of crazy in your head...
But with me, we make these thoughts dead.
Run me across your skin again and again.
Use me more and more.
Now your thoughts will surely blend;
The red silk from your arm still warm.
Perhaps you cut too deep,
And now you've left for good.
Think of it as going to sleep.
We both knew you someday would.
Now you have left me all alone
When you breathed your last breath;
You've been taken far, far from home.
Now we both may finally rest.Latest Shared Story
I used to be a cutter, and I'm not proud to say it. My life became pretty much worse when it started to become a habit. Fortunately, I was able to stop. To all those who cut, you can do it....
When No One Notices
There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
Her life was once happy,
Full of love and care.
She was always laughing.
There was always someone there,
But now her life seems empty.
What's missing, she doesn't know.
She wears a mask every day.
Her true feelings she doesn't show.
Her once colorful and cheerful life
Has turned so dull and grey.
She once enjoyed her group of friends;
Now she just wishes them away.
For when she is by herself,
She can break free from her shell.
She can let the unhappiness break free
And unleash the devil from hell.
Because at the end of the day,
When everyone's in their beds asleep,
The misery surrounds her,
And the pain, it cuts so deep.
She wants somebody to listen,
Someone to understand.
But when she opens up,
Nobody wants to lend a hand.
So she waits until the sun finally sets
To open up once more.
This time it's no longer in words,
But it results in terrible sores.
These sores cry their tears at night.
The tears aren't transparent but a deathly red.
As they cry, she feels a release
From the terrible pain in her head.
Some people would say she is crazy.
Some people would say she is mad,
But she can't resist the temptation when it arrives,
Even though she knows it's bad.
No one will ever understand this urge.
It's something she can't explain.
She feels shame for the scars on her body
But always ends up doing it again.
You see, this girl is a victim
Of something she can't comprehend.
Deep in her heart she knows she must stop,
For her life she doesn't want to end.
But for now it's the only way she knows
To stop feeling the loss of love and care,
Because at the moment she's invisible.
No one notices she's there.Latest Shared Story
You have no idea how much help your poem, your expression of your own pain, is bringing to all these other people who share in how you feel. Writing and poetry were always a way...
13. Her HabitPoem To Best Friend About Cutting
It controls her.
She can't stop it.
It's a constant battle.
She can't drop it.
It has become a habit.
She can't quit.
It's taking over her body
Bit by bit.
The scars fade,
But the memories don't.
She wants them to leave,
But they refuse...they won't.
It's an ongoing battle.
It's a fight she never wins.
It's a constant struggle.
It's a war that never ends.
It's her sweet escape.
It gets her lost in her own place.
She gets to control the pain.
As her adrenaline starts to race.
She grabs it off the dresser
As a tear falls from her cheek.
She presses even harder,
Reminding herself not to shriek.
No one understands.
No one ever will.
This habit now controls her
As the world around her stands still.
But now the room is spinning.
Her head is getting light.
She falls back in her bed.
Refusing to put up a fight.
She takes one last breath as she turns out the lights.
Then she closes her eyes as she calls it a night.Latest Shared Story
I used to self-harm. I am 13 years old now and still do it sometimes. It is hard sometimes, but every time I feel like doing it, I think about my cousin, Evelynn, and friend, Zachary, and...
Crying in your room,
You can't face the pain.
You search around
For something sharp.
Your tears dry.
You pull the sleeve up
And place the blade
Upon your arm.
You press on the blade.
You feel it enter your skin.
You battle though school.
The cuts are sore from your blazer.
You hardly dare to
You know it's not right,
But is it the only way.
You want to stop,
But the pain will still be here.
You fight to keep alive.
Every day a new battle,
Every day a new scar,
Every day hopeless life.
That night you cut one more cut,
Slice once more.
Kill the pain,
Kill the habit.
You throw out the blade,
The blade which helped.
Your best friend,
Your worst enemy.
You're forced to do P.E.
You fumble with your shirt,
Scared of the eyes.
Your friend sees the cuts.
You're going to lunch.
She grabs your arm,
You flinch with the pain.
You catch sight of her arm.
She has the same.
She talks, she's been there.
You talk about home.
The pain is the same.
You break the addiction
With her help.
She cares.Latest Shared Story
Fight that inner place that tells you to cut, in fact make a list of all the people who love you and die for you- I bet that there is at least one and probably more. Listen to me,...
Behind the mirror is a girl
Who looks a bit like me
But I'm a bit more real
And darker inside, see?
She smiles, you would never guess
That inside she cries
And screams and screams in silence
As she lies and lies
Her skin is scarred like mine
With deep rivets in her arm
The freshest one day old
Such a cause for alarm
But no one seems to see
Or hear her as she cries
As each day she withers
And ever slowly dies.Latest Shared Story
Poetry does replace cutting sometimes. Since I started writing I don't cut half as much as I used to. Only sometimes the pain inside of me is so, SO much! Every time I reach for my blade I...
As tears run down her face,
she realized she's made a mistake.
An utter suffocation,
she's trying to hold on.
But the pain,
the pain's too strong.
The bloods running down her wrist.
Her eyes are going shut,
but she's trying to hold on
while voices in her head are saying something is going wrong.
She doesn't know where she is or even why she did it.
It started with a razor and a few little cuts
but became addictive and she cut too much.
Now she's laying on her bed,
wishing she could go back.
As the world disappears and everything goes black.Latest Shared Story
I was touched by this poem because I do hurt myself, and I know it is bad, but I have terrible anxiety and when I have nothing to do I get anxious, so I really just got worse and worse. I...
17. EscapePoem About Beauty Inside
She doesn't understand her beauty inside,
so she cries
all them tears that fall from her eyes
and the pain she tries to hide
A few know about her thoughts
and the scars on her body
from the people who taunt
She wants to stop her only relief
but with all the grief
she feels within
it's harder to stop
than it is to begin
Her parents don't understand
and so they just shout
and make her feel even more worthless
and full of doubt
She tried to explain a thousand times
but is never able to seem to find
what will make them listen
instead of fight.
So this poem is ending.
Let's all find a alternative
from the sharp tools across our skin,
and hopefully you will notice
all the beauty within.Latest Shared Story
When you go through a nightmare in life of one thing failing after another, one door closing after another, you may be in a stuck season of your life. No one will tell you this, but I will....
18. Pain Unforgotten
I look in the mirror
See my past life
The scars so pronounced
from the blade of my knife
A single tear drops
From my eye to the floor
What happened to me
I can't take it no more
Why did I start this
Now I can't stop
The blade on my skin
I watch the blood drop
I pull down my sleeve
Ashamed but yet better
I write down my thoughts
In a suicide letter
But then she comes along
The best friend that I know
She saved me from myself
And a new world she did show
Now scars are just scars
And memories just fade
And never again
Will I touch that bladeLatest Shared Story
I had a friend once that I thought I had lost because she had been having a hard time, but know I don't know where she is or if she is alive.
19. ScarsPoem About Winning The Battle Over Self-Harm
Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing is not right.
You won the battle of good versus bad.
You are still alive and are no longer sad.
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.Latest Shared Story
Hi, thanks for sharing your story. It means a lot for you to share! I have self-harmed 5 times trying to relieve the pain that I was feeling every day between me being bullied and going...
20. MonsterCutting Poem Written For A Friend
As she lies bleeding on the floor
She promised she would do no more
Harm to herself she really tried
But even she knew that she had lied
Now she is dying and no one is home
She has no help she is all alone
She wants to get up and fix it all
But there is no one left for her to call
Now as she dies on the floor
She hears everyone calling her a whore
She hears them calling out cutter-slut
Now she wishes she didn't cut
She wishes she could prove them wrong
But now that dream sounds far too long
She made the choice and now she will loose
She wishes that she could choose
If she could she would choose life
If only she didn't grab that knife
Now she is dead and she can't be heard
But she had so many things and words
To tell you about and to show you now
She could show what not to do and show you how
To over come those things to hard
To do on your own to play your own cards
She would tell you it is wrong
She shouldn't have done it all along
But now she's dead and you can't see
How much she really meant to meLatest Shared Story
I don't know you, but I feel for you and I love you. Please don't hurt yourself. You are loved, and I know bullying is hard and life can be demanding and tough, but stay strong and don't give...
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